Human Drama

The Wind Will Change

Human Drama


Victim, he suffers of his own hands 
With thoughts that refuse 
To listen or choose 
All of the harrowing days 
He fought in vain 
All the faces, the people 
The prisons he laid 

But one day soon the wind will change 
Son of a bitch... 
It better 

Humor me mister, my story is true 
The names have not been changed 
Dare not they have a clue 
I've held all they begged hold me 
Drew their names in circled hearts 
Stood beside fire 'till it burned me to the core 

But one day soon the wind will change 
Son of a bitch... 
It better 

In my hands I've held diamonds 
Dropped them on command 
But the voice had no body 
When I turned the gems were gone 
A promise is simple with love I must believe 
My denial brings fortunes to liars and thieves